Daddy has been dead for a year now. I am not one to sit around and mourn the lost of someone, it really does no body any good. I rather remember the good things about a person and what they added to my life. Although Daddy is gone, he lives on, in the stories I tell my kids about life when I was growing up, the elephant ear bulbs growing in my yard now that grew in his for 20 years, the cast iron skillet I take out to prepare a meal with at times that once belong to Grannie Crawford and the hat he always wore that now runs around our house on the head of Zaynah while she sings "Going on a safari, Going on a safari!"
Momma and Lynn were the two that feel his lost the greatest. They were the two that helped to take care of him In the past year, Momma has finally realized she could not go on working in her present health condition (something that worried Daddy tremendously), stopped trying to do it all herself and moved in with my family. Lynn has just about reached her goal of earning her GED and becoming employed, earning a lot of self confidence as well as self esteem along the way.
Both Lynn and Momma have became more confidant and eager to take on new challenges in life, whether it be surfing the 'net or standing up for what they believe in. I am proud of both of them and I know Daddy would be as well.
Daddy has been gone a year, the best way I know to honor his memory is to honor, cherish, and respect that what meant the most to him.
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